NBA: Starting with Jokic template

Chapter 203: The Battle of Tianwang Mountain! Still want to fight me? Defeat my apprentice first!
After a hard day of training, Lin Chuan went to the parking lot, started up the Ferrari he had left there earlier and drove back, ready to go back for a good sleep.

Although it was Ibaka who was undergoing special training, Lin Chuan, as the trainer, did it personally and also spent a lot of energy.

Lin Chuan only hopes that his hard teaching can allow Ibaka to play his role in tomorrow's game and limit Duncan and several other inside players.

Tomorrow is the decisive battle... If we lose again, it will be difficult to turn the tables...

Lying on the bed, Lin Chuan looked at the ceiling and stretched out his hands.

In the dark night, with the help of moonlight, Lin Chuan saw that his hands were covered with calluses and scratches.

These are the traces left by Lin Chuan during training and competitions more than a year after he traveled through time.

Then, the system panel and current tasks gradually emerged on it.

"Winning the championship is the most important thing right now. With the championship, I can become even stronger. The physical fitness of Antetokounmpo is still waiting for me. I have to win!"

Lin Chuan muttered to himself.

With a desire for the championship, Lin Chuan gradually fell asleep.

The next day, Lin Chuan got up very early.

Anticipation for the game made him wake up before the alarm went off.

Because it is an apartment, the view from Lin Chuan's residence is pretty good.

Lin Chuan looked out through the window.

At this time, there were already quite a few vehicles driving outside the window.

Listening to the noise coming from outside the window, Lin Chuan knew that many of these people were local Oklahoma fans who were preparing to rush over in advance to prepare for the game in three hours.

Lin Chuan looked at the hustle and bustle of traffic outside, which made the already small city road very crowded. From time to time, the sounds of horns reached his ears, and he couldn't help feeling a little moved.

It seems that most of these fans are die-hard fans and they rush to the stadium earlier than him, the player.

However, it is they who have been silently supporting the new Thunder team.

And as a member of the team, isn't Lin Chuan fighting for them?

Seeing that the road was full of cars and there were many fans on the sidewalks, in order to hide from others and not affect traffic again and make the road more congested, Lin Chuan decided to change the way to go to the stadium today.

Coming out of the elevator, Lin Chuan walked to the underground garage with ease.

This time, he skipped the Ferrari he drove back yesterday.

The red color is too eye-catching, and 99% of the fans will definitely recognize it as soon as it is driven out.

Lin Chuan's eyes were on the right side of the car.

A Volkswagen that looks old but not broken.

It was the second-hand Volkswagen he bought when he just signed his rookie contract.

Because it has not been opened for a long time and has not been moved, it is covered with a thick layer of dust.

“I don’t know if it can still be opened…”

Lin Chuan opened the car door and got in. A cloud of dust was blown into the air. He coughed and waved his hand to fan away the dust, then tentatively inserted the car key and turned it.

"Buzz!"

The vehicle was successfully ignited by Lin Chuan, and he was as happy as a child.
"I didn't expect that this car is still so powerful after not driving it for almost half a year. Great, old man!"

Lin Chuan smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the venue.

Because the road was too congested, a place that usually only took a few minutes to reach took me ten minutes today and I didn't get very far.

Lin Chuan stuck his head out and could even see the apartment behind him.

"I give up... If we keep driving like this, it will take at least an hour... We might as well just walk..."

Lin Chuan regretted driving. He should have worn sunglasses and jogged to the stadium. He could have used the time on the road as a warm-up.

The second-hand Volkswagen moved forward slowly with the flow of traffic, but when it was approaching the traffic light, it stopped again.

Just when Lin Chuan was feeling a little annoyed, he saw policemen directing traffic at a traffic light not far away.

He was walking towards me, shouting,

"Everyone, please stop trying to get on the road! It's already very congested!"

"But we're going to watch the game!"

"Yeah! I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up!"

Many drivers stuck their heads out of the windows and complained impatiently.

"Why are you in such a hurry? The game is still three hours away! There will be no game to watch if we go there so early!"

The police responded without hesitation.

As he watched the police get closer, Lin Chuan suddenly felt that this man looked more and more familiar.

After searching in his mind, Lin Chuan suddenly remembered.

Isn’t this policeman the same one who stopped him for speeding last time?

Upon realizing it was an acquaintance, Lin Chuan immediately rolled down the window.

At this moment, he saw a hand stretched out from the driver's seat of a second-hand Volkswagen in front of him, as if calling him over.

???

The policeman was a little surprised, but he still walked over.

"Sir, what's the matter? If it's urgent, you can let me go first..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Chuan's head popped out of the car.

"Lin Chuan!!! It's actually you!"

The policeman was surprised and happy. Lin Chuan quickly made a hushing gesture, and he understood what he meant.

There are football fans all over this area. If he calls them over, the road will be even more congested.

The policeman lowered his body excitedly and whispered,
"Lin, it's no big deal for you to be stuck here. I'll contact my colleagues and get you out first."

Lin Chuan smiled shamelessly.

"Is it appropriate to do this?"

"Hey! We are all here to watch your game. If you don't even make it, then what are we watching?"

After saying that, he didn't wait for Lin Chuan to agree or disagree. He just turned on the intercom on his chest and told his colleague about the matter.

Then he patted the roof of the car.
"They'll be here soon, good luck in the game, Lin Chuan!"

"Oh yeah, my name is John!"

"Thanks, John! Good luck with your work!"

The light at the intersection was still red, when a police car came over with its lights on, took Lin Chuan's car out and got out of the traffic ahead of time.

The cars behind immediately became dissatisfied when they saw that someone had privileges.

"Hey! Everyone is going to watch the game, why is this person able to go early?"

"Am I privileged? Damn, this is so unfair!"

"Do people who drive Volkswagen also have privileges? I'll drive a Volkswagen next time too!"

John remained silent while listening to the drivers expressing their dissatisfaction. When he saw Lin Chuan's car disappear from his sight, he turned around and shouted at the stagnant traffic,

"Alright! Be quiet! That's Lin Chuan's car! You're all here to watch the game, he's here to play basketball! If he's not going, who are you going to watch?"

When they heard that it was Lin Chuan's car, everyone quieted down.

"It turned out to be Lin Chuan, no wonder."

"That makes sense. If we keep gambling, we won't be able to catch up with the game."

"That's right, go early and warm up early, only then will we have a chance to beat the Spurs in this game!"

Seeing these people suddenly change their attitude, John shook his head helplessly. Double standards are reflected everywhere.

"Alas, these people are really..."

Five minutes later, Lin Chuan finally arrived at the stadium under the guidance of the police. It usually took five minutes to drive, but considering the traffic jam on the road, it took Lin Chuan a full hour to finally complete this journey.

After parking his car in the parking lot, he immediately changed his clothes and rushed to the court for warm-up training.

Today is the decisive battle, and we cannot afford to lose!
After being teased by Durant for being inexperienced and not knowing how to start early at this moment, Lin Chuan immediately started warming up.

Of course, what he couldn't let go of the most was yesterday's special training.

Seeing Ibaka also coming to the court, he immediately called him over.
"Serge, the game is about to start. Before the game, I want to test your defense again to see how effective yesterday's special training was!"

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked the staff beside him,

"How about it."

The staff member stopped recording and said,

"40 shots, blocked 7, defended 12, scored 21, and the hit rate is 52.5%."

Hearing this, Lin Chuan was delighted and turned around to pat Ibaka on the shoulder.

"Of course! After a night, my knowledge has been accumulated and settled, and my defense efficiency has improved a lot!"

Ibaka scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"You still only have a hit rate of over 50%. It's too hard to defend you."

"Very strong. Yesterday I had a 65% hit rate, but now you've found your rhythm, it's dropped by 13 percentage points. Besides, I'm not that easy to defend. I'm one position behind you. OK, I'm very optimistic about your performance today. I hope you can defend your opponent and Duncan to death!"

Hearing Lin Chuan's exaggerated words, Durant also came over and joined the conversation.

"What? Serge's defense is so strong now? I don't believe it!"

"You want to try too?"

Lin Chuan made a gesture of invitation and winked at Ibaka.

"Beat Durant."

Ibaka understood what he meant, walked to the defensive position, and signaled Durant to attack.

Durant was provoked and laughed out loud.
"Come on! I'll show you how strong I am when I'm ready to beat the Spurs!"

After getting the ball with his back to the basket, Durant immediately turned around and prepared to pull up for a shot!
He jumped up and shot confidently, the image of the basketball going into the net already appearing in his mind.

Seeing this, Lin Chuan just smiled and shook his head.

How could Ibaka, who had undergone special training from him, be so bad at defense?

Durant's eyes were suddenly covered by darkness. The next moment, the ball was pushed back hard before it even left his hand.

"wtf????"

Durant was blocked by Ibaka and had a lot of questions in his mind.

What was going on? He was so confident in his offensive style, but he was blocked so easily?
Seeing Ibaka hook his finger at him, Durant clenched his fist.

"Come again!"

"Snapped!"

"Come again!"

"clang!"

"Come again!"

........................

"Fuck! Come again!"

After shooting more than a dozen balls in a row, Durant felt like he had made less than half of them.

Durant was suffocated by Ibaka and began to doubt whether his touch today was also bad.

He was beaten so hard that he was almost furious and his face turned red.

"That's enough! The game is about to start, stop wasting your energy!"

Seeing Durant getting angry, Brooks quickly called a halt to the duel and went up to him to counsel him.

"See, there's nothing wrong with what I said."

Lin Chuan pointed his chin in the direction of Durant, looked at Ibaka, and said with a smile.

"Shit...it really works!"

Ibaka looked at his hands in disbelief.

You know, he and Durant had played one-on-one against each other in the team before.

But for Durant, this offensive kaleidoscope, even if Ibaka has tried his best to defend every time, his defensive efficiency is still not high.

It allows Durant to shoot over 60%.

Then this time, he roughly calculated that in 15 attacks, he only scored 7 goals.

Hit rate 47%!

With such an example in front of him, Ibaka's self-confidence immediately surged.

"I understand! Even Durant was defended like this by me. When we play against Duncan later, I will make sure he scores only in the single digits!"

"well said!"

Lin Chuan immediately gave a thumbs up.

This time it was purely an accident.

He was still thinking about how to restore Ibaka's confidence, which had been destroyed by him. He originally thought that he would wait until the game started, let him play a few rounds, and he would wake up.

Unexpectedly, Durant himself became the unlucky one.

I just don't know if being defended by Ibaka like this will make Durant, who has finally adjusted his mentality, collapse again.

But if Durant's mentality deteriorated so easily, he would not be the MVP.

The subsequent game started soon.

Lin Chuan looked at the center circle and saw that the person who jumped the ball with him had become Split, and he understood the opponent's strategy.

In this game, the Spurs began to change their lineup.

They moved Split to the starting lineup and let Duncan return to his most familiar power forward position.

Apparently, it’s because Ibaka’s defense was terrible in the last game, so this will allow Duncan to perform on the offensive end, right?
Just as Lin Chuan was about to get ready to jump the ball, Split on the opposite side said sternly,

"After the last game, you slandered and defamed us. I hope you can apologize after the series."

"baffling."

Lin Chuan was too lazy to pay attention to him. The game was about to start, so there was no need to waste time talking nonsense.

"you!"

Split was furious. He didn't expect Lin Chuan to be so disrespectful to him.

He wanted to say something else, but the referee had already thrown the ball.

At this moment, Lin Chuan jumped high and fought for the ball.

In the first attack, Lin Chuan received the ball in the low post, got rid of the defense with a turn, and easily made a layup under the basket.

It was the Spurs' turn. They started passing the ball and then passed it to Duncan who was in the low post.

"Sure enough! They want to use Duncan to attack Ibaka who is not performing well!"

Lin Chuan thought to himself.

But what they don’t know is that Ibaka has been trained by himself, and now his defense is incredibly strong!
Seeing the Spurs fall into the trap, Lin Chuan curled up the corners of his mouth, ready to watch a good show.

Duncan continued to confront Ibaka, then suddenly turned towards the front of the penalty area, shook off Ibaka, and prepared to sell the ball in a strange posture, as if throwing or shooting.

This was an offensive method he had used many times in his early years, and now it has become his trump card.

This time, he will use his once rich arsenal to defeat the Thunder and win the decisive battle!
however!
In front of Duncan's wide eyes, a big hand slapped the basketball straight down.

(End of this chapter)